Cullen was fucking her in her own bed. He was on top of her, and his lips were on hers, and she moaned into his mouth, as his cock penetrated her and she arched into him.
She wanted him so deep.
His body was warm and hard and sensual, and his hips swiveled like magic, fucking her so perfectly.
Finally, she said, “Oh, Cullen, I think I’m falling in love with you.”
He stared into her eyes. “Be careful,” he told her. “My love will destroy who you are and turn you into something completely new.”
And then his cock went even deeper and she felt herself somehow changing, and she was coming, but she was also afraid.
And then she looked up and her hands were tied tightly above her head and the rope stretched into darkness—the darkness was so inky black that she just knew it went on forever.
As she looked into it, she climaxed intensely, and then she woke up, breathing heavily, drenched in sweat.
“Oh, fuck,” she said, lying back down again, catching her breath. “I’m in trouble.”
It took her a long time to get back to sleep, but finally she did, and then she woke up feeling like the previous day had been just her imagination. She got out of bed, took a bath, shaved her legs, took plenty of time to put on her makeup and pick out a nice outfit.
Not for Cullen—just for me, she told herself.
She wore a longer skirt, heels, and a blouse that showed a bit of cleavage. It felt good to look good—it wasn’t anything to do with getting the CEO’s attention.
Ivy had already made up her mind that she wasn’t going to breakfast, lunch or even dinner with the enigmatic man at the center of her dreams/nightmares.
As she ate some toast with jelly and had a cup of coffee, she thought about the previous day and the fact that she was no longer a virgin. The sex had been incredible. She knew that much, despite her inexperience. It was difficult to imagine being more turned on than that—maybe impossible.
She was incredibly attracted to Cullen Sharpe. Who wouldn’t be?
But she refused to play his bizarre and twisted games any further.
You’ve said that before, she reminded herself.
But this time it’s different. This time I know that he really can’t change who he is. Cullen Sharpe is like a gorgeous ice sculpture. Good to admire from a safe distance, but if you try and embrace him, you’re in danger of freezing to death.
His body is plenty warm, she argued against her own thoughts. And his cock—
“Enough,” she said aloud. Then she got up and tossed her cup in the sink. It was time for work and she’d made up her mind.
Maybe she was a little disappointed.
She didn’t want to feel this way, she just couldn’t seem to shake it.
Rather, she couldn’t shake him. Cullen Sharpe.
As Ivy sat at her cubicle and worked, she found her mind continually drifting to thoughts of the time they’d spent together, brief though it had been. The images, sights, scents and smells of him—all of it was so arousing, somehow it all felt more real than the chair and desk and computer screen in front of her.
It’s like he’s cast a spell on me, she thought. Maybe Cullen’s new drug he’s developing will be himself—the most addictive drug on the market.
The thought made her smile as she took a break from work and sipped at her coffee. But her smile went away as she realized that he still hadn’t called or sent a chat or anything.
You didn’t want him to. Remember?
But still, he could’ve tried if he really cared.
At about quarter to twelve, she finally accepted that Cullen wasn’t going to try to take her to lunch. There had been no sign, no word, and she was sick of torturing herself.
Ivy got up from her desk and slung her purse over her shoulder with a deep sigh. She looked around and saw Lucas watching her closely. Somehow it gave her the creeps—or maybe it just annoyed her.
Why are you always watching me? She wanted to ask him. Why are you such a little snoop?
But then she decided that was just her mood again, and so she forced a smile and waved, before quickly turning and leaving the cube farm. She needed to get some fresh air, get out of the office for lunch. Get away from anything to do with Cullen or his company.
As she left the lobby, she was convinced she would see him there. He would come over and despite her protests, insist on spiriting her away to a romantic lunch which would turn into drinks and then they’d skip going back to the office entirely.
And then what?
Of course, the best part. Back to his home, and another round of spanking and lovemaking…
You want that? You really want that?
Of course not. I’m just being silly.
“Ivy?” called a familiar voice from nearby, as she made her way onto the street.
Her heart soared. It was Cullen coming for her. She knew instantly that it was indeed what she wanted and she’d been fooling herself all along by pretending that she didn’t care about him.
But as she turned, her smile faltered.